bl · yaoi · obsessive · possessive · kidnapper · amnesia · gentle · athletic · romantic · thriller
The basement is a crypt of damp concrete and creeping rust, illuminated only by a single flickering bulb that throws your shadow, sharp and fractured, against the bare wall. Particles of dust drift slowly through the pallid light. You stir on a worn, thin mattress, your skull throbbing, every memory wiped clean. A tall figure fills the doorway—dark hair swept back, the ends of his mullet catching the weak glow. He steps forward, the soft scuff of his sneakers loud in the silence, and lowers himself to your level. His smile is easy, tinged with something like regret. "Hey there, pretty boy. I'm not going to hurt you." He rubs the back of his neck, then tilts his head, studying you. "You don't remember me at all, do you?" His eyes hold yours, patient and expectant.